Dont look at me

It's raining.

There is grayish-white fog floating in the sky of London.

The thin strands of rain dripped down, like a curtain of water, with a slight chill.

Sika City Cemetery.

Yu Meng stood in front of a tombstone in the deepest part, her eyes were like an ancient well without waves, full of coolness.

There are only two simple characters engraved on the tablet, Duan Yue.

It is the person who used to meditate in my heart every night.

There is also a photo posted on it, retro tones, slightly blurred pixels.

It smells old.

The woman inside is wearing a cheongsam, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, which are also a pair of phoenix eyes, but they are less sharp and more gentle and gentle.

Yu Meng looks very similar to her.

But after watching it for a long time, he always felt strange. Too much time has passed, so much that even the little bit of memory was erased irresistibly.

He has no photos of Duan Yue, so he can only rely on his memories.

In my impression, the face of a woman is always blurred. I only remember that she often wears a moon-white cheongsam, has an orchid-like temperament, and is always better than others in her life.

But her voice was exceptionally clear in my mind, and every time I thought of it, it seemed to echo in my ears.

Duan Yue's voice is beautiful, always with a bit of cool taste, softly spoken, but firm in her words.

In a trance, only those few sentences, I remember deeply.

"Mengmeng, mother is a fairy from the fairy world, she descended from the mortal world through calamities."

"But I don't like this world at all, but because of you, well, I'm willing to stay for a while."

"Mom is a little tired, and I want to sleep well, just relax this time, okay?"

"Mengmeng, wake me up later."

Yu Meng's body was completely soaked by the rain, and it was thick black.

Like a demon in the abyss, surrounding him tightly.

He stood straight with no expression on his face.

Silent for a long time.

Gosling on the side said, "Liang Qian did smash Duan Yue's tomb back then, but that cemetery has always been empty." His voice seemed to be separated by a membrane, ethereal and cold.

"The one that was smashed was the Clothes Tomb. The real tomb has always been in London, and it was moved here by Yu Dacheng himself."

"That night, he knelt here for a long time, drunk, and kept saying sorry to you."

Gosling's tone was calm, "It was also found out that he had bipolar disorder at the time, and he returned after treatment here."

"What do you want to tell me? Is the tomb that I have visited many times before actually empty, or is it that my father, who I have hated for so long, is actually forced to do nothing and is a sick person?"

The smile on the corner of Yu Meng's mouth was extremely mocking, "And then, so what?"

Gosling frowned, "We are not here to protect anyone, but to remind you." He said in a serious tone, "We have been fighting with the Liang family in secret every year, just for those things in the past, and let Yu Dacheng go to failure and bear the mistakes he made. , is also the ultimate goal.”

"But no matter what method is used, there must be a bottom line."

He said, "You can't frame him, let alone kill him."

"Yu Meng, do you want to turn yourself into another Yu Dacheng?"

Gosling left.

Yu Meng is the only one left in Nuo Da's cemetery.

There was no other sound except the sound of rain.

The icy cold was getting heavier, his face was pale, he squatted down slowly, leaned against the tombstone, and touched the photo lightly.

"Mom, I'm sorry I came to see you so late."

"I have told you many, many things before, but unexpectedly, you didn't hear a single word."

Another moment of silence.

A faint smile appeared on Yu Meng's face.

"Mom, I want to introduce someone to you, a very, very nice person." He paused, as if he wanted to praise something more, and because he had never praised anyone before, he couldn't say a word for a while.

He pursed his lips in embarrassment, "I'm not very good at talking, so I can't describe it."

He tilted his head and thought for a while, "Do you want to hear his voice? It's very nice, very nice."

After struggling for a long time, he anxiously pulled out his phone and called directly.

The waiting time became very long, Yu Meng was like a stiff stone, sitting in the shadow on the ground, her whole body was covered by rain, very cold.

So cold it was like being embraced by ice.

The rain slid down his face, and his crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly.

His eyes were dark and dull, as cold as death.

The moment the connection was made, the boy seemed to come alive suddenly.

With a soft voice, trembling uncontrollably, he said the words that seemed to be chatting.

"Brother, is there sunshine over there?"

Ao Ge's voice slid into the bottom of his heart against his ears, and he quickly answered.

"I don't have sunshine here."

Yu Meng paused, with slight grievances in her hoarse voice, "Why?"

Ao Ge chuckled, "Because you're not here."

The sound of the rain subsided, and the corner of the boy's mouth raised an arc uncontrollably, "If you can talk, talk more."

"Okay." Ao Ge said unhurriedly, "To me, you are more than sunshine."

"The slanting wind is you, the drizzle is you, the moon in the cloud is you, and the little stars are you." He said, "All I see is you."

Yu Meng smiled, "Is this a love story?"

"Well, I've memorized many of them." Ao Ge lowered his voice, as if sticking to his ears coquettishly, "When I saw these words, I felt that if it was so romantic, I must memorize it by heart, and then said all of them. Here you go."

He said, "Do you still want to hear it?"

Yu Meng nodded, suddenly realized that Ao Ge couldn't see, and whispered, "I want to."

Ao Ge leaned lazily against the wall, his eyes full of tenderness, "You can daydream all over my planet, fly a plane to blow up small fireworks, scoop up a fish on the sand with bare feet, turn the moon and stars Get smaller and stuff it in your pocket, mine is all yours, you can do whatever you want."

Yu Meng gave a serious response, her shallow laughter was cold and clean.

"But it's a pity, I don't have the cells, so I can't do such a cultured thing." Ao Ge felt a little regretful, and faced his accusation of unromanticity.

"But as soon as I talked to you, I was inspired. I thought of something in an instant. Listen carefully." He smiled, and there was a little expectation in his tone.

Yu Meng was about to listen carefully when the sound cut off.

The screen went black in the blink of an eye, and at a critical moment, the battery suddenly ran out.

Yu Meng looked at the rain-covered screen with a stiff expression, a little at a loss.

There was silence for a while.

He looked sideways at the photo, and said a little braggingly, "Mom, did you hear his voice? Isn't it nice?"

Yu Meng stood up, lowered her eyes, and looked serious, "I want to pursue him, it's useless if you don't agree."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

The rain was hazy, and his back was thin and indifferent, as if he had put a hard shell on himself again.

Not a single gap.

Call dropped.

Ao Ge hurriedly called again and found that the phone had been turned off.

The relaxed and happy state just now faded away, and from the moment he heard his voice, Ao Ge knew that something had happened.

Without hesitation, he directly booked a ticket.

Is that how it feels?

Under the thought of breaking the embankment, no matter how far the distance is, it is not a distance.

Can't stop it, can't stop it.

At this moment, reason has long been shattered into pieces.

Gu Sanyu, who hadn't gone out for a long time, walked to Gu Heng's study step by step with a fruit plate in his hand, knocked on the open door, "Dad, are you still busy?"

Sitting in front of the computer, Gu Heng didn't know what he was looking at, and it took him a while to realize, "What's wrong?"

"I, can I go out for a while?" Gu Sanyu hesitated, "I haven't seen my friends for a long time..."

"Okay, you go." Gu Heng was a little abnormal, but he didn't refuse.

Gu Sanyu was so excited that he didn't even have time to put the fruit plate away, he went through the motions and rushed out like a monkey.

Gu Heng, who didn't even turn his head, was still staring at the computer.

He was receiving emails, and there seemed to be a lot of things, dense encrypted codes were sent one by one.

The signature of the other party is very simple, only one letter.

L.

Gu Heng unwrapped layer after layer of documents, and finally saw what he most wanted to see.

He heaved a sigh of relief, the tension in his eyes dissipated, and he took out his cell phone to make a call.

"You can close the net."

When Gu Sanyu rushed to the red house, his expression was extremely excited.

When I got in, I realized that there was no one there.

She searched all over the place, searching every corner of the backstage, and finally found someone in a small room.

Jian Tianzhen, Zhou Xiaoyang, Jiang Jin, and a strange face, Xie Ben.

Four people sat in a circle and were playing mahjong.

All of them look like old men, with their legs crossed, holding tea.

It's the complete opposite of what it looks like on stage.

At this moment, it is very eye-catching.

"Where are Mengmeng and Brother Ao???" Gu Sanyu asked with a confused face.

The four of them heard the voice, and looked up at her slowly, their faces were blue, with dark circles under their eyes, obviously decadent after staying up all night.

"Old Gu, you're here, long time no see."

Gu Sanyu: "..."

"Mengmeng has gone abroad a long time ago. Brother Ao bought a plane ticket yesterday and flew there too. I guess he will be back a few days later." Jian Tianzhen waved at her, "Come on, give me a rub."

Gu Sanyu slammed his fist on the table, making a deafening cracking sound, "Rub your second uncle's brother-in-law!! Get up all of them!!"

The four stood up straight away, standing straighter than a pacesetter.

Gu Sanyu smiled coldly, "Tell me everything one by one."

The cold wind was blowing, and it was obviously winter, which frightened the four of them into sweat.

When Ao Ge arrived in London, he took a taxi directly to the official website address of PO Orchestra with a clear purpose.

It has been a long time, but Yu Meng's mobile phone is still not turned on, and there is no movement at all.

This is so abnormal.

There was really no other way, Ao Ge had no choice but to use the most stupid way to ask the orchestra.

He didn't panic, he analyzed hundreds of possibilities, asked everyone he saw along the hall, and finally met a person who had heard of Lemon.

It was a red-haired girl, and she enthusiastically gave the map.

It is said that Yu Meng is the backup composer of the orchestra, but because he is favored by the chief officer, he was directly transferred to the orchestra.

The location is a little farther from the city, beside a very steep cliff.

Ao Ge is completely convinced of the concealment of this place, surrounded by mountains, not ordinary mountains, all kinds of steep and rugged.

However, the house where the orchestra is located is surrounded by lush forests. Those who don't know it think it is some kind of shady secret base.

He rented a car and followed the navigation to find the place by himself.

Without wasting any time, he parked the car and walked in.

A generous and polite attitude, pure English, a nice voice, and an oriental man with a good-looking appearance.

Attention was quickly drawn.

The students in the hall directly contacted the person in charge and explained the situation.

I thought it would be a receptionist who appeared.

Unexpectedly, it was Iverson who appeared.

He strode out, looked up and down at the man standing in the hall looking at the murals, and narrowed his eyes.

Hey, the one in China, who plays in a band, actually found it here, and the image is indeed very high-quality.

"Hello." He stepped forward to greet first.

Ao Ge turned around, with an indifferent expression, and nodded politely, "Hello."

There was a hint of malice in Iverson's eyes, he smiled to cover up, and said in a low voice.

"Are you here to find Lemon?" He raised his eyebrows, pretending to be helpless, "A few days ago, he got caught in the rain, and I was worried, so I asked him to rest at home. He should still be asleep at my house now."

"He has a cold?" Ao Ge's mood finally fluctuated, "Where is it? Take me there."

This reaction is so boring.

Iverson stopped playing, rolled his eyes in boredom, and returned to normal, "I'm just kidding, I don't know where his home is, just wait here, it's probably coming soon."

Ao Ge was well-bred, and he was not angry. He was still a little worried when he heard this, and he kept trying to make a phone call.

Iverson was a little confused, "Why don't you feel jealous at all? Aren't you two a couple?"

Ao Ge finally realized, "You, just to make me jealous?" He looked at Iverson speechlessly, and after looking up and down, his eyes were full of disgust.

"Why should I be jealous of an old man with white hair and dirty hair?"

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